04-24-2018, 03:42 PM
The small black mage stepped outside of the kings throne room, she had been asked to work together with the milky silver haired person wearing thin glasses, Shantotto had paid him little heed during the course of the meeting.However in this moment in time she looked the man over, his milky flesh was almost reminiscent of old parchment, even the scent he gave off was similar to the libraries of windhurst. She had only once glimpsed at his face, she had seen a silvery hue to the man's eyes, almost like that given off by the dead, but his manner of dress and the way he carried himself, gave her the impression of him being more of a scholar than a warrior.
Running down the steps at the front of the palage Shantotto managed to finally catch up to the man, it was clear he did not know that she had been tasked to accompany him. The sounds of her boots on the crumbled steps and small fragments of stone caused the man to pause and turn to face the source of the noise.
Serraph looked down at the short creature, her tanned flesh with dark nose. It was following him down the steps, his curiosity sparked by the strange creature. “Good evening to you little one, what brings you to me at this hour of night?” The pale one asked the tarutaru mage.
“I was requested to join you on this quest, I assume it is my prowess the one in gold wishes to test.” She replied as she finished catching up to the former espada. The dim light given off by the moon was only partially enhanced by the dim lighting of the flickering torches as their flames danced in the cold desert breeze. Shadows dancing along the ground, Shantotto looked over the man before her, his clothes, despite the blood and what almost looked like ink still had a small degree of scholarly appeal.
Shantotto took her journal out from her robe and began to scribble away as she looked around her, in the distance plumes of smoke billowed up from fires lit. Even after dark the hospital seemed to shine brightly as light bleed through each window. She carefully drew small glyphs into the pages taking care to make an note regarding the individuals she had seen in the throne room.
Seraph watched as the pint sized mage pulled a small book from her strange attire and a small smile filled his face as the book grew in size to accommodate writing. “Interesting.” He said as he leaned over her to view what she was writing. Even to one so well versed in literacy as he, her scribbles and glyphs remained a mystery. He stopped trying to decipher the meaning instead introducing himself. “I am Serraph, loyal servant to king Gilgamesh.” He said as he nodded his head politely as he recalled was a good way to introduce one's self.
Shantotto didn't look up from her book despite the polite gesture, instead she continued to scribble quietly in the leather bound book. It took her a few more moments to finish and shrink the book back down before she spoke again. “ Good evening to you one who smells of a book. I am Shantotto, and it's high time we leave in this mission we undertook.” She said as she walked past the arrancar. She stopped for a second turning her head slightly to look back at the man. “Come on now hurry we can not delay, it would be foolish to lose more life to wait for the crack of day.” Her footsteps faded quietly as she headed towards the main bounds of the city. Serraph looked on in her direction before quickly taking swift strides to catch up with her.
Her strange manner of speech was a cause for curiosity in the former hollow, never before had he heard of someone or something going so far out of it's way to put words into rhyme in every day speech. For one so well versed in knowledge, such a thing was unheard of. Not even the poets made use of rhyme in everyday life.
Shantotto waddled along, her nose detecting the hints of smoke in the air as she walked through the rundown streets. Even now the smells of human refuse, and despair filled the senses. People sat huddled under thin shreds of cloth trying to shield themselves from the chill of the nighttime air. She couldn't spend much time, but she knew that solving the larger problem would so far more benefit to them than just one or two small acts of kindness. Still that didn't stop the tarutaru from pausing for a few months to pull her orb of omnillium from her pocket. Within moments she had created several backpacks similar to the one she had created when she arrived in the dunes, each with a small tent, blanket, and food and water. As she handed them out to the people she passed she wondered how long it would take to get this city to thrive once more. She paused for a moment, looking behind her finally back at the arrancar. “So what is the nature of our task? I would hate to be lacking information oh one in a paper mask.” She asked, the question clearly directed at Serraph.
Running down the steps at the front of the palage Shantotto managed to finally catch up to the man, it was clear he did not know that she had been tasked to accompany him. The sounds of her boots on the crumbled steps and small fragments of stone caused the man to pause and turn to face the source of the noise.
Serraph looked down at the short creature, her tanned flesh with dark nose. It was following him down the steps, his curiosity sparked by the strange creature. “Good evening to you little one, what brings you to me at this hour of night?” The pale one asked the tarutaru mage.
“I was requested to join you on this quest, I assume it is my prowess the one in gold wishes to test.” She replied as she finished catching up to the former espada. The dim light given off by the moon was only partially enhanced by the dim lighting of the flickering torches as their flames danced in the cold desert breeze. Shadows dancing along the ground, Shantotto looked over the man before her, his clothes, despite the blood and what almost looked like ink still had a small degree of scholarly appeal.
Shantotto took her journal out from her robe and began to scribble away as she looked around her, in the distance plumes of smoke billowed up from fires lit. Even after dark the hospital seemed to shine brightly as light bleed through each window. She carefully drew small glyphs into the pages taking care to make an note regarding the individuals she had seen in the throne room.
Seraph watched as the pint sized mage pulled a small book from her strange attire and a small smile filled his face as the book grew in size to accommodate writing. “Interesting.” He said as he leaned over her to view what she was writing. Even to one so well versed in literacy as he, her scribbles and glyphs remained a mystery. He stopped trying to decipher the meaning instead introducing himself. “I am Serraph, loyal servant to king Gilgamesh.” He said as he nodded his head politely as he recalled was a good way to introduce one's self.
Shantotto didn't look up from her book despite the polite gesture, instead she continued to scribble quietly in the leather bound book. It took her a few more moments to finish and shrink the book back down before she spoke again. “ Good evening to you one who smells of a book. I am Shantotto, and it's high time we leave in this mission we undertook.” She said as she walked past the arrancar. She stopped for a second turning her head slightly to look back at the man. “Come on now hurry we can not delay, it would be foolish to lose more life to wait for the crack of day.” Her footsteps faded quietly as she headed towards the main bounds of the city. Serraph looked on in her direction before quickly taking swift strides to catch up with her.
Her strange manner of speech was a cause for curiosity in the former hollow, never before had he heard of someone or something going so far out of it's way to put words into rhyme in every day speech. For one so well versed in knowledge, such a thing was unheard of. Not even the poets made use of rhyme in everyday life.
Shantotto waddled along, her nose detecting the hints of smoke in the air as she walked through the rundown streets. Even now the smells of human refuse, and despair filled the senses. People sat huddled under thin shreds of cloth trying to shield themselves from the chill of the nighttime air. She couldn't spend much time, but she knew that solving the larger problem would so far more benefit to them than just one or two small acts of kindness. Still that didn't stop the tarutaru from pausing for a few months to pull her orb of omnillium from her pocket. Within moments she had created several backpacks similar to the one she had created when she arrived in the dunes, each with a small tent, blanket, and food and water. As she handed them out to the people she passed she wondered how long it would take to get this city to thrive once more. She paused for a moment, looking behind her finally back at the arrancar. “So what is the nature of our task? I would hate to be lacking information oh one in a paper mask.” She asked, the question clearly directed at Serraph.